Kunlun one millet

Chapter 127 Lightning Strikes the Evil Temple

Zhang Yanshou raised his trousers and rubbed his aching stomach.Last night Zhao Xianchang had a big banquet in the post house, and everyone in Qiaozhang village also attended it.

It was rare to see big fish and big meat. Zhang Yanshou couldn't help eating and drinking with his belly open last night, and was even praised by Zhao Xianchang.

But maybe it was because of no luck, Zhang Yanshou's stomach was rumbling in the middle of the night, and he had no choice but to go to the latrine to vent it, and it was barely stopped until the sky was getting brighter.

Dragging his sore, tingling legs, Zhang Yanshou was walking against the wall, but happened to see Zhao Xianzhang passing by, beating the dust on his sleeves, legs and feet. Dust and mud.

"Huh? You are from Zhang Village... Zhang Yanshou?" Zhao Xianzhang asked: "Look at you, are you having a stomachache?"

Zhang Yanshou was so ashamed, he nodded slightly and dared not respond.

Zhao Xian said in a long word: "I have medicinal powder for recuperating the stomach and intestines, come with me."

Zhang Yanshou followed Zhao Xianchang, and saw that the other party took out the pills from the bamboo box and melted them into a bowl of warm water: "Drink it, the pain will stop in a moment."

After receiving the medicinal soup, Zhang Yanshou raised his head and drank it, a sense of coolness spread, the cramping pain in his stomach was relieved quickly, and his whole body became much more energetic.

"Many, thank you, Elder Xian." Zhang Yanshou didn't know how to behave, so he knelt down and bowed down.

Zhao Mi chuckled, flicked his sleeves casually, helped him up from the air, and asked, "How many meals of meat can you eat a year in Qiaozhang Village?"

"Eat a few meals during festivals and festivals." Zhang Yanshou scratched his head and said, "Let alone eat meat when I was young, most days I was half hungry and half full."

"Oh? Could it be that the stockade has had a good harvest in recent years?" Zhao Mi asked casually.

Zhang Yanshou nodded and said: "Not only that, the stockade used to offer chickens, ducks, rice, and rice to Zhenjun Xuri every harvest day. Later, the shrine was smashed and a lot of things were saved."

"But I heard that there are still rat demons who occasionally come to your village to steal things." Zhao Mi asked again.

"You can't steal a lot." Zhang Yanshou said with a straightforward smile: "A few years ago, Lieutenant led everyone to build communal warehouses and fences. Most of the harvest of the stockade was stored in the communal warehouse, and each household received grain and rice on a monthly basis. Rat demons can The stolen ones are the ones that were distributed."

Zhao Mi was slightly surprised: "Have you put away the grain and rice in the whole village? Are you afraid of being embezzled?"

Zhang Yanshou said: "Don't be afraid. How much grain and rice each household paid at the beginning was recorded in public. There are hundreds of households in the village, and everyone knows the basics. Who would dare to take it privately?
Moreover, the communal warehouse can even out some surplus grain every year, which can be given to the lonely old people in the village, or brought to the county town to exchange for salt and ironware, all thanks to Li Wei! "

"That's true." Zhao Mi didn't expect that such a remote village, despite the hard work, is still well-run. It can be seen that Zhang Liwei, who secretly communicated with Chi Yundu, not only smashed the shrine courage.

After chatting for a few words, Zhang Yanshou resigned and left, and Li Wei waved to him not far away.

"What did Xianzhang Zhao ask you to say?" Li Wei asked.

"I had a stomachache, and the immortal head made me a bowl of soup, and I feel much better now." Zhang Yanshou replied, "I also asked a few questions about the social warehouse, but nothing else."

"Oh." Li Wei responded casually, his face hard to hide his displeasure, Zhang Yanshou thought he had made a mistake, and hurriedly said, "Li Wei, did I say something I shouldn't have said?"

"That's not true." Li Wei led Zhang Yanshou to the outside of the post house, and sighed: "I just feel blind that I believed him so easily. After all, this Immortal Zhao is only an Immortal after all. "

Zhang Yanshou was puzzled: "What's the matter? I think Elder Zhao Xian is quite good, and he doesn't have the pretensions of a government official."

Li Wei shook his head and waved his hands: "You don't know, I heard that the county magistrate of Xinglong gave Zhao Xianzhang a thousand taels of silver yesterday, and he invited singers and dancers to indulge in fun at night. It's really... Sigh!"

"But he is a fairy elder, and he is still a high-ranking official in the court." Zhang Yanshou said, "Don't these high-ranking officials often spend a lot of time?"

"I know, it's not surprising." Li Wei sighed inexplicably, "I just didn't expect him to show his true nature so quickly, and I don't know if he really intends to hunt down those rat monsters."

When the two were talking, He Dangguan came up and said, "Zhang Liwei, Deacon Zhao ordered you to wait for a few people to go to the hills in the eastern suburbs outside the city."

Zhang Liwei was suspicious: "I don't know what the Immortal Elder wants us to do?"

"The whereabouts of the rat demon is unknown, and the deacon is planning to open an altar to practice the Dharma." He Dangguan said: "Go to the east of the city to build an earthen platform first, and get ready."

Zhang Liwei had no choice but to answer, "We're going to leave now."

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Three days later, Zhao Mi came to the government office again to find the magistrate of Xinglong County and asked about money and food.

"Marquis Zhenming, the officials racked their brains and got some money and food." The county magistrate was trembling.

Zhao Mi looked at the account book in his hand, frowned and said, "This is less than [-]%! What are you doing for food?"

The county magistrate had no choice but to reply, "Please forgive me, Marquis Zhenming. The local big households have always been stubborn, and even the food they pay is mostly old rice."

Zhao Mi slapped the table and angrily said: "Presumptuous! The military situation is urgent, and the war is about to break out. Every household has the responsibility to guard the land! These local rich people should pay more taxes, money and food. Are they going to defy the military order?!"

The county magistrate shrugged his shoulders in fright, and Zhao Mi pointed at him and cursed: "And you, as a county magistrate, can't even handle such a trivial matter? If you hinder the military situation ahead, be careful of your death!"

"The next official must go and urge again." The county magistrate said yes, but he kept cursing secretly in his heart.He planned to contact the officials of the surrounding counties and counties after this incident, and together they wrote a letter to impeach the Marquis of Zhenming!

His own business is supported by the Chongxuan Pavilion, and many people in the ruling and opposition parties hope to bring down this Zhao Mi.At that time, I might be able to be appreciated by Liang Guoshi, and my official career will be prosperous from then on!
Zhao Mi flicked his sleeves angrily. Just as he was about to leave the government office, he raised his eyes and saw smoke rising not far away, and asked, "Where is that? Why is there incense burning in the sky?"

The county magistrate replied: "That is a local shrine, which enshrines the immortal who attracts wealth and wealth, protects the environment and the people, and promotes the prosperity of all industries. It has been efficacious many times."

"Oh? There are other things like this?" Zhao Mi said, "I'm going to see what kind of god it is!"

The county magistrate was uneasy when he heard the words, and thought that Zhao Mi was a monk in Guanxi, and he didn't dare to forcefully stop him, so he had to send his cronies to tell the shrine to be ready to receive the Shangguan, and secretly tipped off the news.

Half a day later, Zhao Mi took He Dangguan and a group of soldiers, surrounded by the county magistrate and a group of guards, to the Lucky Shrine.

The shrine has red walls and blue tiles, carved beams and painted buildings, and above the corners of the cornices, there are immortals riding auspicious animals and golden toads holding ancient coins.

When high-ranking officials like Zhao Mi came, the ordinary people who had come to worship the gods were expelled away. A man with a roe-headed mouse came forward and bowed to salute: "The Marquis of Zhenming came to this temple, and the villain was very frightened." !"

"Mr. is the guardian of the shrine? Why don't you call him?" Zhao Mi asked with a smile.

"The villain's surname is Lao." said the mouse-eyed man.

"It turned out to be Mr. Lao." Zhao Mi looked up at the main hall of the shrine: "Excuse Zhao for his ignorance, but what is the origin of this Qianjin Immortal?"

Mr. Lao led Zhao Mi into the main hall, and said: "Qianjin Daxian was originally a local squire who was kind and generous. In the last years of Tianxia Dynasty, in order to protect the refugees who fled here, he gave up his family property, but unfortunately he was killed by thieves in the end.

The local people set up tablets and offered incense to commemorate the squire.Over time, a bit of spiritual response has been born, and it has been sheltering the people here for hundreds of years.Those who enshrine the Thousand Gold Immortal will be blessed with wealth and prosperity, so they have won the honorary title of the Thousand Gold Immortal who attracts wealth and wealth. "

Afterwards, Mr. Lao told a few stories of miracles, which were nothing more than a poor dutiful son finding treasure while digging soil, a virtuous widow finding golden eggs in a chicken coop in the backyard, and a kind merchant helping passers-by who turned out to be the incarnation of a thousand-dollar fairy, and so on.

Zhao Mi looked up at the statue of the Thousand Gold Immortal, with regular features, wearing a Sangong robe and crown painted with gold lacquer on the surface, but the statue's eyes were a bit cunning.

"The shrine is such a standard, I'm afraid it's beyond the limit?" Zhao Mi asked with a smile behind his hands.

Mr. Lao said: "The Qianjin Daxian is very effective, and the local people pay a lot of respect and worship. It is inevitable that it is a bit out of the ordinary."

The county magistrate also stepped forward to explain: "Marquis Zhenming, this thousand-gold immortal is also an upright god listed in the national ceremonies, and was recommended by the Chongxuan Hall, so the shrine was built by decree."

"Oh? There's another matter?" Zhao Mi sneered and said, "Since the Thousand Gold Immortal protects the local people, now that the border of the Jiuli Kingdom is about to suffer from war, will it show some miracles?"

Mr. Lao's eyes changed slightly, and he persuaded: "The disaster of swords and soldiers in the world is really unfortunate. The Qianjin Daxian has a blessing, but I and other mortals don't know it."

"A mortal?" Zhao Mi raised his eyes and asked, "Mr. Lao, Mr. Zhao claims to have some cultivation and knows a thing or two about the effectiveness of spells. How can I not know whether the gods have blessings or not? I'm afraid the protection is not true. , it is true that you took the opportunity to make money!"

There was a trace of cruelty in Mr. Lao's eyes, but he didn't reply immediately.On the contrary, the magistrate of Xinglong retorted: "Marquis Zhenming, although you are a cultivator of Guanxi, you shouldn't be disrespectful to the righteous gods of one party's ceremony! If you harm the local people because of this, even if you are not a high-ranking official, you must speak out impartially. A few words!"

Zhao Shu turned his head and glanced at him, with a sinister look on his face: "Magistrate Xinglong is threatening this official? We can see that making misfortune and good fortune is not an act of righteous gods, but a monster! Since it is claimed that the Qianjin Daxian is to protect the people Righteous God, why don't you ask Mr. Lao to donate more money and food to show your merits!"

As soon as these words came out, the county magistrate understood that the other party had bad intentions, and extorting one thousand taels of silver was not enough, and even set his sights on the shrine of Qianjin Daxian to enshrine.

"Marquis Zhenming, you are too greedy!" The county magistrate said in a deep voice: "I would like to advise you, the shrine of the Qianjin Daxian is related to the Chongxuan Hall, if you hold on tightly, are you not afraid of the revenge of the Chongxuan Hall? "

"Are you talking about the Chongxuan Pavilion in front of me?" Zhao Mi sneered again and again: "The magistrate of Xinglong County is far away from Dongshengdu, and he doesn't know the stormy waves above the court."

The county magistrate was speechless for a while, but Mr. Lao said, "Marquis Zhenming, you don't want to believe that the Qianjin Daxian will protect you, but if the gods come forward in person, can Marquis Zhenming take back the disrespectful words and apologize in public?"

Mr. Guan Lao's demeanor seemed to see through Zhao Mi's roots, without any fear.

"I'm very curious, whether this thousand-gold immortal is a monster or a righteous god!" Zhao Mi raised his finger and drank, "It's right here, you immediately summon it to the altar!"

"There are so many people, please leave the main hall so that I can summon the gods." Mr. Lao said.

"I'd like to see what ghost hall you can come up with!" Zhao Mi raised his feet and walked outside the main hall, with He Dangguan and a row of soldiers standing behind him.

Mr. Lao stood in front of the statue, burned incense and prayed, and muttered words. After a while, there was a strong wind inside and outside the shrine, and dark clouds gradually gathered in the sky.

I saw a vague figure looming over the main hall of the shrine, somewhat similar to the statue, a kind and fat rich man.

"Look, Marquis Zhenming!" The county magistrate impatiently said, "This is the Qianjin Daxian, exactly as described in the county's efficacious records, and he said there is no—"

Boom!

Before the words on this side fell, there was a thunderstorm in the air, and the dark clouds in the sky suddenly struck down the lightning, hitting the main hall of the shrine without warning, like an ax falling from the sky, directly splitting the blurred phantom into pieces.

The thunderbolt was merciless, the shocking electricity threw fire, pierced through the main hall, and the tiles were blown up, and the lacquered gold statue of the Qianjin Daxian was hit on the head. A violent explosion engulfed Mr. Lao's body.

The county magistrate screamed out of fright at the sudden change, and Zhao Mi shouted, "Take it!"

Immediately, a soldier rushed forward and knocked the county magistrate unconscious with a club. The rest of the guards were already frightened by the thunder and fire, and their legs and feet were weak, but now no one dared to step forward to rescue the county magistrate.

At this moment, a mournful roar was heard coming from the main hall, the raging thunder seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and it was fierce for several minutes, and a huge monster could be vaguely seen coming out of it.

"You all stand back!"

Zhao Mi let out a low cry, and looked up to see a mouse as big as an elephant, with hair like a mane walking out of the main hall of the shrine, the thunder and fire burning all over him.

"I never hindered you, why are you still stalking me?!" The big rat spoke out, with hatred in his words.

"Demons should be punished!" Zhao Mi didn't talk nonsense, and raised his hand to make a tactic.

"Go to hell!!"

Before Zhao Shu could perform the spell, the Shuo Shu roared sharply, twisted its body, its long tail at the back was like a whip, and the end was as sharp as a thorn.

"wrong!"

Shuoshu was startled, Zhao Mi's figure quickly dissipated into specks of light, and his long tail happened to run through a paper figurine charm.

At the time of panic and anger, dark clouds surged in the sky, and another thunderbolt struck down like a trace in the sky!
The Shuo Shu couldn't avoid it, as if it had been savagely gouged into its body by a sharp awl, its monster body like iron and stone couldn't bear the might of the sky, and immediately, fresh blood burst out and turned into a steaming blood mist.

Knowing that he was tricked, Shuo Shu lost all courage, turned his head and rushed into the main hall of the shrine, which was in flames, regardless of the pain of burning himself.Then there was a sound of digging inside, and the whole main hall was crumbling, and it collapsed together with the ground around it!

(End of this chapter)